My dress

I bought myself something for the first time in a very long time. It was a cute, girly dress which is the complete opposite of what I would normally wear. Today, I decided to go get some groceries since my husband was off and could keep my belly fruit home with him. I was excited to leave the house without having someone attached to my leg and even more excited to get our groceries without hearing, "mom, can I have....." This was the perfect time to wear the new addition to my wardrobe!! I squeezed into my spanks, fixed my hair, put on my makeup, and finally threw on my adorable new dress. I got done grocery shopping in record time. Half because I didn't have to chase my minions through the store and the other half because most of the things on my list weren't in stock. I called to order takeout to pick up on the way home since I was out anyways. When I walked in, I was greeted and told that it would be a bit of a wait. My fat ass stood there and waited for the longest time before the woman came back out and told me I could wait in my car for them to bring it out. She said, "I didn't realize you were pregnant. You don't need to stand in here and wait." 😐 As I was leaving, completely speechless, she said, "you're glowing by the way." First of all, that's not a pregnancy glow. That's from the cheetos I was stuffing in my face on the way to pick up my order. Second, I'm not pregnant, not at all. This wonderful new dress that I was so excited to wear accentuates my post-baby pouch. I'm never buying anything for myself again.